Dumping the Barren Ex, Embracing Mr. Right!

After a sexy night, Renee Johnston lay in bed with shock filling her heart.

She had been married for three years but had never had sex with her husband, but last night...

Seeing the handsome "stranger" beside her, Renee felt momentarily lost.

The madness of last night... She still remembered it vividly.

In truth, it was a bit ridiculous.

But the fact is that it's so bloody ridiculous.

She trusted her plausible ex-husband Nevin Grant and thought he loved her so much that he kept himself from sleeping with her.

But she didn't know that Nevin had already been another girl's sugar daddy.

It wasn't until her mother-in-law brought the pregnant girl home that she realized how foolish and innocent she was.

But the most absurd thing was that the girl was her half-sister, Irina Johnston, who shared the same father with her.

"Focus on me, babe."

The man's voice carried a hint of warning. Renee only felt it hard to breathe. She struggled to open her eyes and found that she was under the man again. She could see his perfect face clearly.

In an instant, Renee blushed, and her heart beat faster. She quickly placed her hands on his shoulder, trying to push him away. Her words were somewhat coquettish. "I'm really tired, Honey. Can I have a break?"

Her sweet voice made the man smile. His delicate features became even more attractive with his smile. He didn't bother her again. "Then let me have a cigarette first."

After speaking, he stood up from the bed, picked up his clothes, put them on, and went to the bathroom.

Knock, knock, knock...

The sudden knocking at the door made Renee's suspended heart rise more. She subconsciously buried her head in the quilt. However, she saw the man calmly open the door and take over a shopping bag with an extravagant logo.

"I'm sorry for your clothes. Here is my compensation."

He placed the shopping bag on the bed and then sat on the sofa nearby.

He lit the cigarette skillfully. It was a simple gesture, but he did it with elegance.

Renee lay still and, with curiosity, opened the shopping bag.

Subsequently, her eyes widened.

This brand was not ordinary. It was said that every piece of clothing on the counter exceeded ten thousand dollars.

And this white dress was a specific style, worth seventy or eighty thousand dollars!

How could he give such a valuable dress to a one-night-stand girl so casually?

Renee was astonished. She spoke uncertainly, "Is this dress expensive? I can't afford it."

"Who wants you to pay?"

The man still had half of the cigarette. He slightly blocked it to prevent the smoke from wafting onto the bed. He chuckled and said, "It's my fault. I was too fierce last night, so your clothes..."

"Stop. Stop!"

Renee's face was already as red as a boiled shrimp, but unfortunately, the man continued to mention the crazy last night.

Seeing Renee's face, the man stopped teasing her. He said he needed a shower and walked into the bathroom.

Renee watched his tall figure leave and then fixed her gaze on the luxurious logo, unable to figure out the man's thoughts.

Were these clothes... fake?

She touched the material of the dress, smooth and comfortable. It didn't feel like fake.

But Renee once again felt worried about how to face this man next.

Yesterday, being mocked by the mistress face to face, Renee was so angry that she divorced her ex-husband immediately. Later, she went to a bar and got herself totally drunk. In a daze, she saw the most handsome man in the crowd and threw herself into his arms.

She remembered the first sentence she said to him last night very clearly.

"I want you."

The memories that followed were full of eroticism.

Renee only felt her face burning. Yesterday, she became brave under alcohol, but last night had already passed, and she had to face reality.

She suddenly regretted that she had lost her first night just because of a pair of bitches.

Taking a deep breath, she struggled to hold back the pain and stood up.

Yesterday's clothes were almost rubbish. She only put on her underwear. After hesitating repeatedly, she still put on the white dress.

The dress unexpectedly suited her as if tailored for her.

Renee looked at the bathroom, impressed by this unfamiliar man.

The rustling sound of water repeated in her ear.

Although escape might not be unfair to him, the two were strangers without interaction.

After hesitating, Renee took out five hundred dollars and placed them on the table. But then, thinking of the man's handsome face, she threw an extra one hundred dollars out.

After finishing these things, she quickly rushed out of the hotel with her bag and took a deep breath of fresh air.

The sound of the water was gradually decreasing.

As soon as Zarek MacLeod walked out of the bathroom, he saw the six hundred dollars. His face suddenly darkened.

It had been five years. Why was this girl still the same as before? She hadn't made any progress at all.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm the anger easily provoked by Renee and made a phone call. "Steve, hurry and check where she has gone."

"Ah? Mr. Macleod, have you found her?" His senior assistant, Steve Cooper, was stunned and asked uncertainly.

"Well, Allum Hotel. She just left for less than an hour."

Zarek's eyes sank as he instructed before hanging up the phone.

His gaze shifted to the bed, and his expression froze as he saw the bloodstain.

Was she... still a virgin?

After Renee came out of the hotel, she intended to go home and pack her things.

Since she had decided to break up with Nevin completely, she should also take away her things.

To Renee's surprise, as soon as she arrived at the door, she found everything belonging to her was thrown out in a mess.

Clothes, snacks, and cosmetics were scattered all over the floor. A black kitten was curled up in the corner trembling. She looked at Renee with frightened eyes.

After confirming it was her, she jumped to her feet, and her weak little body rubbed against her pants pitifully.

Renee's heart suddenly clenched.

Candy was a little stray cat she picked up on the roadside. She only had four white claws that looked like four small white gloves, very cute.

Although her ex-husband Nevin kept saying that black cats meant unluckiness, Renee never abandoned Candy. She bought her various cat food and toys.

"Candy, come here."

Renee crouched and called out softly. However, she saw the little cat who would immediately jump into her arms when she crouched before, hesitating.

Renee suddenly felt something bad had happened. She quickly hugged Candy and keenly noticed that something was wrong with Candy's left front leg. Someone seemed to have broken Candy's leg!

In an instant, Renee burst out in anger.

She placed Candy in a nearby suitcase, clenched her fists, and rushed into the house.

At that moment, scumbags Nevin and Irina were sitting at the dining table eating. Nevin even carefully peeled a shrimp for Irina.

Hearing the commotion at the door, Irina got up with a big belly, glanced at Renee, and said, "I've already put your things outside. What else do you think?

"Who hit Candy?"

Renee directly interrupted Irina and coldly questioned the two of them.

Irina paused. Being questioned like this, she felt a bit guilty, but her words remained arrogant. "That damn cat? I wanted to throw your things out, and that shit scratched me. I kicked it, and it hit the cabinet on its own!"

"Listen, I didn't hit it. It's itself-ah! What are you doing?!"

Renee couldn't bear her anymore. She stepped forward and slapped her face directly.

SLAP!

Crisp and resounding.

Nevin was stunned. He didn't expect Renee to slap Irina. He instinctively stood in front of Irina, his eyes darkening. "Renee, you shrew! It's just a cat! Are you hitting a pregnant just for a cat?!"

"Humph!"

Renee almost laughed in her anger. In their three years of marriage, he didn't even look at her. At first, Renee thought it was because she wasn't doing well enough. Now, the truth was that he and Irina had secretly slept together early on!

She should blame no one but herself for being blind!

Renee took a deep breath. She had nothing to say anymore. She didn't want to waste any of her time on these bitches.

She turned around and left, but at the moment of leaving, a strong force suddenly caught her.

Turning back, she saw Nevin's gloomy eyes staring at the ambiguous red marks on her chest.

She was wearing the high-end customized dress the man gave her, beautiful and elegant. However, the price of elegance was that, unlike her usual conservative clothing, wearing this dress exposed a large area of her fair skin, and the kiss marks were all to be seen.

"What are these?"

Nevin pointed to the marks on her neck, his face as black as coal.

On the side, Irina covered her face, and her eyes showed malice. She loudly scolded, "Renee, where on earth did you hang out last night? How could you get so many marks?!"

Renee's face was a bit bad. She looked coldly at the two of them who were double acting and laughed in anger.

Her good sister Irina actually dared blame her for betraying Nevin! But wasn't Irina herself a mistress having destroyed her marriage?!

"Where I went last night has nothing to do with you bitches! Don't forget, I've already divorced you, Nevin!"

Renee's body trembled with anger. She desperately tried to break free from Nevin but didn't expect Nevin to control her more fiercely.

Hiss...

Renee's entire upper dress was forcefully torn, exposing almost her whole chest. The sudden arrival of cold air made her tremble uncontrollably, and at the same time, more marks could be seen.

Before she could feel sad about her high-priced dress, Nevin dragged her into the room.

"You bitch! Just after the divorce, you found a man!"

A strong sense of male esteem swept over Nevin. With red eyes, he pressed Renee under him.

"Nevin, are you ashamed? You slept with my sister! You even had a baby!"

"I do have a new man, but it's nothing to do with you!"

"We have already divorced! Please let go of me, or I will call the police!"

Renee quickly looked for a cloth to cover herself, but when Nevin heard this, he not only felt no shame but instead took out a stack of photos from the bedside table and threw them directly at her face.

"Renee, you are such a damn bitch! You said you married me out of love, but I didn't expect you to be this cheap! Do you dare to say the one in these photos is not you?!"

"You cuckolded me before we got married! Do you really think I'm a damn idiot?!"

Nevin's words completely left Renee stunned. She forgot to struggle and picked up a photo from the bed, freezing instantly like being struck by lightning.

Those were all pornographic photos. The man in them sat there in messy clothes with his head lowered, and the girl lay on his chest, her face clear to see.

Jesus! The girl looked just the same as her!